Hello, my readers and friends! You haven’t heard much from me in the last few weeks. At first, I took a break because I did’t know what to write, and over the last ten-or–so days I have been in the hospital, severely ill.
I had a small stroke. My speech has returned to nearly normal, although my pace is wrong, and my tongue still feels larger than the inside of my mouth.
More seriosly affected is my left arm, which remains mostly numb, although I expect to make progress in rehab, where I go tomorrow. Most notable, however, were the visions I experienced during the first day in ICU. I believed I was among a group of pre-Islsam African scholars, treated with respect, (as though a member of the tribe,) and encouraged to participate in the exchange of intellectual and philosophical ideas. The stretching of my mind during this time remains, but I will need some time to sort through some stuff — eventually I will write of it.
I left the hospital this afternoon, and now reside in NewEngland Rehab Hospital. I have to mention all the help and attention from my youngest sister, M. She is steadfast, and she helps me prepare for the coming weeks, physically and emotionally. Thanks, M.! In fact, all of my family and many of my friends assist me through these tough first days, and many of them have volunteered one of their kidneys. Amazing; that’s how that feels!